Julie (not her real name) is British,
through and through. Her father came here decades ago, from Jamaica.
Her mother is English. So shes British. Not in the Midlands,
though. There, shes a half-caste. Mixed race. Mulatto.

'Nigger to her neighbours, and those who thrust National
Front (NF) hate mail through her door. Black cunt to the kids
pushing lighted paper and matches into the window of her two-year-old
daughters bedroom.

She wont crack in front of me. And I dont tell her that the
current NF leadership have offered to meet with me. But she does care,
when it comes to her kids. No ones going to urt my kids.
No one.

Shes had bricks through the windows, eggs thrown against the walls.
Been called a black bastard by mothers of other kids, when
she collects her boy from school and seen her boy and girl called little
black bastards by those same women. Ill put em
six feet under if that little black fucker comes near me! screams
one mum. A mother, not a tattooed neo-nazi.

Im reminded of the scenes at the Holy Cross Primary school in Northern
Ireland, when Catholic kids have to endure a wall of hatred and need police
protection to walk through a Protestant estate. The sheer hate and fear
rippling through the faces truly terrify me, because Ive been and
seen places where this can lead.

I even had a bloke come up to me on a bus, Julie says, who
said he was going to rape me. That was after theyd already tried
to run me down on a motorbike.

I just hate those people now, she says, not even looking me
in the eye. What else can you say about them? About a whole place
 my entire estate  when this goes on? With me kids crying
all the time, getting beaten up. When even a little white girl can come
up to me, at me own door, and call me a black bastard. Where
do you think she learns that, eh?